Dedicated to the cherry tree in my front garden. It brings me much joy.
Audio version at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/cherry-tree-mp3
In the dying night-time embers
of a technicolour fantasy in spring,
I see the colours of ornamental Sakura,
rows of Sekiyama in glorious bloom.
Shards of dawn’s light direct my gaze
to where a sapling softly rustles,
leaf-laden branches bend and bow,
fledgling fruit gathers in bundles.
Round and green like olives,
tiny cocoons, chrysalises of life,
matriarchal prescience of nature,
a spell cast of rustic magic.
Eternal cycle of birth and re-birth,
beatific pink blossoms ushering in
the translucence of new existence,
born of sun and elemental rain.
To decant into the bellies of creatures,
of roots and bark - my own sacred religion.
No more Japanese dreams of the Orient,
my budding cherry tree.
*Image is my own